I’m incredibly tired of existing.
I don’t have money.
I don’t have a job.
I don’t have friends.
I don’t have my own home.
I’m incredibly tired of existing.
Imagine being tired of existing for one day, then multiply the days to years.
No one wonder people commit suicide. Living is damn overrated.
I sit at the house all day. A true definition of a NEET. A terribly useless and unimportant waste of space.
I spend my waking hours daydreaming about this artist. And then I’ll sleep and then think about them again the next day.
Some people really shouldn’t have been born.
I wish I’ve never been here.
